Part 2: He meets Her
It was midnight on a Wednesday when I first saw her.
She was gorgeous. I had been watching her get piss drunk the entire night and couldn’t help but be intrigued by her care-free nature and spectacular beauty. She turned around and met my eyes with her sinfully dark brown ones. I couldn’t look away. It was like I was caught in a trap that I didn’t want to be free of. I was her prisoner for as long as she held my gaze with her own.
Conversation with her was intriguing. When she talks to you, she makes you feel as though everything you are saying is of utmost importance to her; her big brown eyes focus intently on you and don’t look away for a second. Her voice is sweeter that the sweetest of honeys and syrups; I could listen to he speak all day. And when she laughs, it makes you want to laugh with her, yet, it also makes you want to stay silent, for fear of missing the sweet sound.
Whoa, back up Blake. You sound like a girl on her period. Sure she is the most beautiful girl you have ever seen, but keep this up and she’ll make you her gay best friend.
Romeo and Julie; how ironic. Well, one thing’s for sure, I certainly wouldn’t mind being the Romeo to her Juliet, even if it has to just be for tonight. I mean, I couldn’t be with her. She’s black. My family would rupture an artery if they found out I was even thinking about a black girl like this. Any girl I bring home would have to be 100% Italian, like me. That’s the only type of girl papa would allow in his home. Mama always said “It doesn’t matter what she looks like on the outside, as long as she is una bella rosa” on the inside. “Find your Juliet, Romeo,” she would always tell me. That was before she died. Thing’s haven’t been the same since; Papa hasn’t gotten over her death. He has become a ruthless crime boss, and he was planning to pass this business down to me on my twenty-first birthday in three days.
That is another reason I could never be with Juliet, the life of a crime boss’ wife is not one most people can handle. I wouldn’t want her to be tainted by that life style, if we were to ever be together. Plus, we could never have a family. At any given moment I could be killed. She could be killed. I can’t let that happen. I refuse to end up like my papa. It is better to marry someone that I do not love, to save myself any heartbreak.
So, I decided that just for tonight I will pretend that Juliet is mine. But, after tonight, we will not see each other again.
If only I knew how hard that was going to be.
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Shades of Grey
RomanceJuliet: It was a Wednesday night and I was drunk. Well, more like tipsy. No, that's a lie I was basically the dictionary definition of drunk right now. Yet, I could still feel his burning stare on my back as I danced. I turned to meet the icy blue s...
